InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Noble House ❯ chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Alijandrah 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.08.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 508 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.08.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 508 | Status: Completed
Sango stared up at the ceiling of the cozy room that was now hers. Kagome had pretty much told her to stay with them as long as she would like, and that this room would always be welcome for her. The raven-haired miko had laughed and said that Inu Yasha overestimated the number of children they were likely to produce, and had built a way to large home for all of them. Kagome had confided that two was enough for her tastes for now after making Sango promise not to tell Inu Yasha. It had been good to see her friends smiling face, but she couldn't help but be saddened and worried after what transpired between herself and the demon lord the previous day. What if she ended up with child? 'No, that's unlikely' she told herself, ' conception of a hanyou is exceedingly rare, despite the common tales of humans and youkai mating in some way or another.' Sango had asked Kagome how she had found out that she was with child, hoping the answer had been either Shippou's or Inu Yasha's sensitive nose. Kagome had smiled sadly, reading her friends' thoughts. She had said that she hadn't known until her monthly came late, and even then she had to take some kind of test from her time to be sure. Kagome had promised her that she would go through the well later the next day and bring back a few of these tests for her.
Sango sat up stiffly on her futon, her blankets pooling around her waist. She stiffened as she heard the shoji slide open, but relaxed as soon as she saw Inu Yasha standing at the door with a bowl of water and some fresh bandages. She smiled at him, but the gesture didn't make it to her eyes. He frowned and entered the room, sliding the shoji shut behind him. He sat down beside her, and reached out to carefully slice off her bandages. He frowned some more when he saw that the wounds were read and inflamed, he had noticed there was a lot of dirt in the wounds as he carried her back to the house. He could tell that even with the careful ministrations of his wife, the wounds would become infected. He gently cleansed her wounds, carefully watching Sango for any evident discomfort.
The wounds burned with each pass of the cloth and water, but she would not give in to her weaker impulses and cry out. 'I'm stronger than that' she kept telling herself. She gave in to the need to cry out when she felt Inu Yasha's gentle fingers smearing something onto her wounds, causing a burning sensation. His hand retracted for a moment, before his fingers returned, gentler than before. "I'm not pressing too hard, am I?" he said, his voice lacking its usual edge. Sango was visibly embarrassed, she was a warrior! Why should she show discomfort over a tender touch and the sting of medicine? She turned her face away from his, so that he couldn't see her expression. 'Chikuso, I don't need his pity!' she thought.
Inu Yasha sighed, and finished rubbing the disinfectant solution from Kagome's medicine chest into her wounds. "Hold your hair up Sango" he ordered, still sounding remarkably patient for him, but his words were still tinged with a hint of annoyance. She deftly twisted her hair into a bun on the top of her head, allowing Inu Yasha to re-bandage her neck without the hair getting caught. That job finished, he gathered up the pile of bloodied bandages and the bowl of water, before silently leaving the room. Sango was taken aback for a moment, surely that one sentence wasn't all he was going to say to her! She knew he had left the previous night to go after his brother, she wanted, no, needed to know what happened. She tried to get up from the futon to go find the hanyou, her shaky and sore legs wobbling under her weight. She had taken all of three steps when he came back into the room, carrying a bowl of the stew Kagome had prepared and some onigiri she and Shippou had made before she left to her own time.
He wasn't all that surprised to see her moving around, she was after all an accomplished warrior and a damn stubborn onna to boot. He knew though, that her body needed more rest. She had probably never lay with a man prior to her violation, and inu youkai tended to run pretty large. Not to mention Sessoumaru wasn't known for his gentle nature. Hell, Kagome had been confined to bed for several days after their wedding night, and their first joining had been very gentle. Sango turned towards him, and the fresh scent of blood caught his nose. 'Baka wench went and reopened something...' He frowned again, moving to put her food beside the futon. "You should rest some more. You're still injured." The taijia glared at him, her anger rising again, and some part of her subconscious found that any male target was acceptable to vent her rage at as the true cause of her predicament wasn't present.
"I'll rest when I damn well WANT to rest! You can't tell me what to do, damnit! What, you think because I'm a weak human that I need to be told what to do?!" Sango's voice again reached louder than comfortable levels for his ears, and he pressed them firmly against his scalp to dampen the noise, but not before her heard Shippou run out of the house altogether. 'Smart boy' he thought, looking up at the ranting taijia. She was fuming, and slowly moving towards his crouched form, looking very much like she was going to try to beat the daylights out of him once she was close enough. Sango took another step closer to the hanyou, intent on giving him another piece of her mind, when her foot connected with the twisted blanket on the floor. She quickly shifted her weight to the other leg so she wouldn't fall, but the sudden motion caused a deep tearing sensation in her abused passage... she had reopened one of her wounds. Her legs lave out beneath her, and she braced herself for the impact with the floor. It never came. Instead, she was caught in the warm, strong arms of her friend, his fast reflexes allowing him to effortlessly catch and support her. He wrapped his arms around her in an embrace and held her tightly against his body in an effort to comfort her.
"It's ok Sango.... there's nothing to prove... I know you're strong" He rubbed her back between her shoulder blades, and held her tighter when he felt her own arms snake around his body to embrace him back. Her face was again buried in his haori, and for the second time in as many days, she cried herself to sleep in his arms.
Sango woke to she sound of talking coming from the main room. She looked at the food Inu Yasha had brought her earlier, now cold with a nice film of condensed fat on the top. 'Eww.... I hope Kagome-chan isn't offended if I don't want to eat this right now...' she thought. She raised a chopstick to poke at the stew apprehensively, much like a small child pokes at bugs with a stick. She was hungry, but right now she had more.... urgent matters to attend to. She stood up slowly, regretting the several glasses of water she'd drank last night when Kagome had been with her. She walked as quickly as she thought was safe towards the source of the voices. She had not seen any kind of chamber pot in her room, surely one of the people outside would know where it was safe to relieve herself. She exited her room, heading down a short hallway towards the main room.
As she entered, the conversation stopped, and all eyes turned towards her. Kaede, Shippou, Kagome, and Inu Yasha sat around the hearth, eating dinner. Sango blushed a little, feeling self-conscious with all the sets of eyes on her. Kagome smiled warmly, setting her meal down to come and stand by her friend. "Sango-chan, is there something you need?"
Sango began to fidget, embarrassed about having to ask where the 'privy' was. "Ano.... Kagome-chan... do you know where the... I mean... I need to.." Sango's face was turning redder with each passing word, and Kagome decided to spare her any further embarrassment.
"Hai, hai, this way Sango-chan" Kagome started to lead her friend where she needed to go, but not before grabbing a small box from a bag by the door. Once they reached the outside toilet, she showed Sango the pregnancy test and told her how to use it. Sango was mortified that they were having this discussion, but realized that her friend was just trying to help. She did as instructed, and handed the little wand back to her friend when she was done with her business. Kagome grinned at the results, negative so far. She told Sango that it was still very early, and they should check multiple times over the coming weeks to be sure. Sango prayed with all her might that the little piece of plastic was accurate.
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The next two days passed without incident, well... relatively speaking of course. Sango was still miserable, and crying on her friends shoulder's often. She felt ruined, degraded, and confused. She, the once proud warrior, felt more helpless than she ever had in her life. She kept replaying the scene in her mind over and over again, the countless little mistakes she saw herself making. Bathing out in open, propping her weapons so far away from where she was in the water, the way in which she moved to attack the youkai. All of these things kept circling in her head, making her feel foolish and weak. The biggest blow to her confidence came from the fact that she had been so certain she would be safe, she had denied Inu Yasha's offer of an escort, despite knowing the danger. He had never brought it up once, but she knew her friend so well that she knew he had thought it more than once. None of her friends had chastised her for her foolishness, but they really didn't have to, she was doing a good enough job of that herself.
She spent most of her time lying on her back on the futon, staring up blankly at the ceiling. Which is what she was doing now. Staring at the ceiling and wallowing in self-depreciation. She sat up when she heard a commotion coming from the common room. Well, more accurately, she heard a long string of explicatives coming from Inu Yasha's mouth. Curious to see what it was about , she lifted herself from her bed and walked towards the source of the noise.
"Myoga, you little bastard! What the fuck took you so long!" exclaimed Inu Yasha, as she entered the room. He was yelling at a speck pinched between the claws of his thumb and index finger that Sango supposed was the flea youkai. "It's been two fucking months! It doesn't take that long to get to Toutousai's and back! What did the crazy old man say!" Sango's interest was peaked, 'What is all this about Toutousai?'
"About what, Inu Yasha-sama?"
"About making the damn weapon for my pup! What the hell did you think I meant?" Inu Yasha pinched his claws together with a little more pressure, causing the little flea youkai to panic.
"He said he would do it once he was certain your child would have need of it! Inu Yasha-sama, onegai, don't squish me, I really did hurry here and I haven't even eaten yet!" Inu Yasha let out a predictable "Feh" and flung Myoga into the corner of the room. He then noticed Sango, giving her a rare, and genuine smile at the site of her out of her room of her own volition. He motioned for her to sit by him next to the hearth, and he immediately added a pot of water to heat over the fire. She watched as he moved to a small chest in the corner, where they kept some of their dry goods, and produced a container of his favorite ramen. "Want some, Sango? Kagome is out training with the old hag, so It's my job to cook," he asked, looking back at her over his shoulder, waving the container for her to see and giving her a grin that looked like it belonged on a much younger, more innocent face. Sango stifled laughter, and managed to stammer out a 'yes'. He gave her a slightly suspicious, slightly hurt look that reminded her of when she first met him, and her giggle fit continued.
"Aaah, gomen, gomen, Inu Yasha, it's just some things... they never change." She continued to giggle, and he shook his own head in amusement, a few soft chuckles passing his lips. He prepared them their snack, smiling to himself over how he had managed to get Sango to laugh, even if it was at his expense. After a few minutes, Sango felt a familiar pinch on her cheek, and reflexively slapped her hand up against the source of the sensation. Her eyes darted down to see a flattened Myoga float gracefully towards the floor, where he resumed his normal shape with a small 'pop'.
"Sango-sama, must you really have done that?" Myoga's small voice drifted up to her from his spot on the floor.
"Yes Myoga, you should know by now I slap anyone that touches one of my cheeks" she said in a deadpan voice, but her eyes were smiling. Inu Yasha chuckled softly, knowing full well she was making a joke about Miroku's wanderings hands. "I mean, Sango-sama," Myoga continued, "it really was excessive. But then again, I supposed it's my fault for biting a pregnant woman. You would think I would have learned the first time I bit Kagome-sama." The little flea crossed his arms and nodded his head.
In that instant, Sango's whole world stopped. Everything around her seemed frozen. Inu Yasha had frozen in the process of eating, the noodles in his chopsticks sliding free and landing with a plop back in the container as he stared slack-jawed at his servant. Her breath was frozen in her lungs, and for a moment, she could have sworn even her heart had stopped beating. When she found her voice, it was cracked and hoarse, like she hadn't used it in several years. "Wha.... what did you say?"
Sango sat up stiffly on her futon, her blankets pooling around her waist. She stiffened as she heard the shoji slide open, but relaxed as soon as she saw Inu Yasha standing at the door with a bowl of water and some fresh bandages. She smiled at him, but the gesture didn't make it to her eyes. He frowned and entered the room, sliding the shoji shut behind him. He sat down beside her, and reached out to carefully slice off her bandages. He frowned some more when he saw that the wounds were read and inflamed, he had noticed there was a lot of dirt in the wounds as he carried her back to the house. He could tell that even with the careful ministrations of his wife, the wounds would become infected. He gently cleansed her wounds, carefully watching Sango for any evident discomfort.
The wounds burned with each pass of the cloth and water, but she would not give in to her weaker impulses and cry out. 'I'm stronger than that' she kept telling herself. She gave in to the need to cry out when she felt Inu Yasha's gentle fingers smearing something onto her wounds, causing a burning sensation. His hand retracted for a moment, before his fingers returned, gentler than before. "I'm not pressing too hard, am I?" he said, his voice lacking its usual edge. Sango was visibly embarrassed, she was a warrior! Why should she show discomfort over a tender touch and the sting of medicine? She turned her face away from his, so that he couldn't see her expression. 'Chikuso, I don't need his pity!' she thought.
Inu Yasha sighed, and finished rubbing the disinfectant solution from Kagome's medicine chest into her wounds. "Hold your hair up Sango" he ordered, still sounding remarkably patient for him, but his words were still tinged with a hint of annoyance. She deftly twisted her hair into a bun on the top of her head, allowing Inu Yasha to re-bandage her neck without the hair getting caught. That job finished, he gathered up the pile of bloodied bandages and the bowl of water, before silently leaving the room. Sango was taken aback for a moment, surely that one sentence wasn't all he was going to say to her! She knew he had left the previous night to go after his brother, she wanted, no, needed to know what happened. She tried to get up from the futon to go find the hanyou, her shaky and sore legs wobbling under her weight. She had taken all of three steps when he came back into the room, carrying a bowl of the stew Kagome had prepared and some onigiri she and Shippou had made before she left to her own time.
He wasn't all that surprised to see her moving around, she was after all an accomplished warrior and a damn stubborn onna to boot. He knew though, that her body needed more rest. She had probably never lay with a man prior to her violation, and inu youkai tended to run pretty large. Not to mention Sessoumaru wasn't known for his gentle nature. Hell, Kagome had been confined to bed for several days after their wedding night, and their first joining had been very gentle. Sango turned towards him, and the fresh scent of blood caught his nose. 'Baka wench went and reopened something...' He frowned again, moving to put her food beside the futon. "You should rest some more. You're still injured." The taijia glared at him, her anger rising again, and some part of her subconscious found that any male target was acceptable to vent her rage at as the true cause of her predicament wasn't present.
"I'll rest when I damn well WANT to rest! You can't tell me what to do, damnit! What, you think because I'm a weak human that I need to be told what to do?!" Sango's voice again reached louder than comfortable levels for his ears, and he pressed them firmly against his scalp to dampen the noise, but not before her heard Shippou run out of the house altogether. 'Smart boy' he thought, looking up at the ranting taijia. She was fuming, and slowly moving towards his crouched form, looking very much like she was going to try to beat the daylights out of him once she was close enough. Sango took another step closer to the hanyou, intent on giving him another piece of her mind, when her foot connected with the twisted blanket on the floor. She quickly shifted her weight to the other leg so she wouldn't fall, but the sudden motion caused a deep tearing sensation in her abused passage... she had reopened one of her wounds. Her legs lave out beneath her, and she braced herself for the impact with the floor. It never came. Instead, she was caught in the warm, strong arms of her friend, his fast reflexes allowing him to effortlessly catch and support her. He wrapped his arms around her in an embrace and held her tightly against his body in an effort to comfort her.
"It's ok Sango.... there's nothing to prove... I know you're strong" He rubbed her back between her shoulder blades, and held her tighter when he felt her own arms snake around his body to embrace him back. Her face was again buried in his haori, and for the second time in as many days, she cried herself to sleep in his arms.
Sango woke to she sound of talking coming from the main room. She looked at the food Inu Yasha had brought her earlier, now cold with a nice film of condensed fat on the top. 'Eww.... I hope Kagome-chan isn't offended if I don't want to eat this right now...' she thought. She raised a chopstick to poke at the stew apprehensively, much like a small child pokes at bugs with a stick. She was hungry, but right now she had more.... urgent matters to attend to. She stood up slowly, regretting the several glasses of water she'd drank last night when Kagome had been with her. She walked as quickly as she thought was safe towards the source of the voices. She had not seen any kind of chamber pot in her room, surely one of the people outside would know where it was safe to relieve herself. She exited her room, heading down a short hallway towards the main room.
As she entered, the conversation stopped, and all eyes turned towards her. Kaede, Shippou, Kagome, and Inu Yasha sat around the hearth, eating dinner. Sango blushed a little, feeling self-conscious with all the sets of eyes on her. Kagome smiled warmly, setting her meal down to come and stand by her friend. "Sango-chan, is there something you need?"
Sango began to fidget, embarrassed about having to ask where the 'privy' was. "Ano.... Kagome-chan... do you know where the... I mean... I need to.." Sango's face was turning redder with each passing word, and Kagome decided to spare her any further embarrassment.
"Hai, hai, this way Sango-chan" Kagome started to lead her friend where she needed to go, but not before grabbing a small box from a bag by the door. Once they reached the outside toilet, she showed Sango the pregnancy test and told her how to use it. Sango was mortified that they were having this discussion, but realized that her friend was just trying to help. She did as instructed, and handed the little wand back to her friend when she was done with her business. Kagome grinned at the results, negative so far. She told Sango that it was still very early, and they should check multiple times over the coming weeks to be sure. Sango prayed with all her might that the little piece of plastic was accurate.
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The next two days passed without incident, well... relatively speaking of course. Sango was still miserable, and crying on her friends shoulder's often. She felt ruined, degraded, and confused. She, the once proud warrior, felt more helpless than she ever had in her life. She kept replaying the scene in her mind over and over again, the countless little mistakes she saw herself making. Bathing out in open, propping her weapons so far away from where she was in the water, the way in which she moved to attack the youkai. All of these things kept circling in her head, making her feel foolish and weak. The biggest blow to her confidence came from the fact that she had been so certain she would be safe, she had denied Inu Yasha's offer of an escort, despite knowing the danger. He had never brought it up once, but she knew her friend so well that she knew he had thought it more than once. None of her friends had chastised her for her foolishness, but they really didn't have to, she was doing a good enough job of that herself.
She spent most of her time lying on her back on the futon, staring up blankly at the ceiling. Which is what she was doing now. Staring at the ceiling and wallowing in self-depreciation. She sat up when she heard a commotion coming from the common room. Well, more accurately, she heard a long string of explicatives coming from Inu Yasha's mouth. Curious to see what it was about , she lifted herself from her bed and walked towards the source of the noise.
"Myoga, you little bastard! What the fuck took you so long!" exclaimed Inu Yasha, as she entered the room. He was yelling at a speck pinched between the claws of his thumb and index finger that Sango supposed was the flea youkai. "It's been two fucking months! It doesn't take that long to get to Toutousai's and back! What did the crazy old man say!" Sango's interest was peaked, 'What is all this about Toutousai?'
"About what, Inu Yasha-sama?"
"About making the damn weapon for my pup! What the hell did you think I meant?" Inu Yasha pinched his claws together with a little more pressure, causing the little flea youkai to panic.
"He said he would do it once he was certain your child would have need of it! Inu Yasha-sama, onegai, don't squish me, I really did hurry here and I haven't even eaten yet!" Inu Yasha let out a predictable "Feh" and flung Myoga into the corner of the room. He then noticed Sango, giving her a rare, and genuine smile at the site of her out of her room of her own volition. He motioned for her to sit by him next to the hearth, and he immediately added a pot of water to heat over the fire. She watched as he moved to a small chest in the corner, where they kept some of their dry goods, and produced a container of his favorite ramen. "Want some, Sango? Kagome is out training with the old hag, so It's my job to cook," he asked, looking back at her over his shoulder, waving the container for her to see and giving her a grin that looked like it belonged on a much younger, more innocent face. Sango stifled laughter, and managed to stammer out a 'yes'. He gave her a slightly suspicious, slightly hurt look that reminded her of when she first met him, and her giggle fit continued.
"Aaah, gomen, gomen, Inu Yasha, it's just some things... they never change." She continued to giggle, and he shook his own head in amusement, a few soft chuckles passing his lips. He prepared them their snack, smiling to himself over how he had managed to get Sango to laugh, even if it was at his expense. After a few minutes, Sango felt a familiar pinch on her cheek, and reflexively slapped her hand up against the source of the sensation. Her eyes darted down to see a flattened Myoga float gracefully towards the floor, where he resumed his normal shape with a small 'pop'.
"Sango-sama, must you really have done that?" Myoga's small voice drifted up to her from his spot on the floor.
"Yes Myoga, you should know by now I slap anyone that touches one of my cheeks" she said in a deadpan voice, but her eyes were smiling. Inu Yasha chuckled softly, knowing full well she was making a joke about Miroku's wanderings hands. "I mean, Sango-sama," Myoga continued, "it really was excessive. But then again, I supposed it's my fault for biting a pregnant woman. You would think I would have learned the first time I bit Kagome-sama." The little flea crossed his arms and nodded his head.
In that instant, Sango's whole world stopped. Everything around her seemed frozen. Inu Yasha had frozen in the process of eating, the noodles in his chopsticks sliding free and landing with a plop back in the container as he stared slack-jawed at his servant. Her breath was frozen in her lungs, and for a moment, she could have sworn even her heart had stopped beating. When she found her voice, it was cracked and hoarse, like she hadn't used it in several years. "Wha.... what did you say?"